Serene Gaze

“I’m going to clear up any misunderstandings people have of me potentially. 

1. I will never expect ANYONE to put me before themselves, your mental health and safety is more important for both you and me.(Hopefully I worded this right, I mean that I care that you remain safe and alright.)

2. I will NEVER knowingly try to add to your baggage, I feel bad expressing myself, but the moment I am made aware of the other person possibly in a bad place, I will immediately drop those prior feelings to try and offer anything I can do to help make them feel better.(I may trip over myself doing it, but I mean well.)

3. If you notice that I may be messaging/imming you it’s likely a number of reasons, I’m concerned for you, I want to talk to you, I’m trying to socialize/be funny, etc.  What are not reasons EVER, is to unload on you my baggage, demand you to drop your problems for mine, etc.

4. I’m a very social interaction yearning creature, where if left with silence, my anxiety, imagination, and doubts in my own ability tend to grow over time.  So just small talk every now and then does wonders in resetting those thoughts.  Again never asking you to push yourself, only doing so when it’s safe for you emotionally and mentally to do so.

"Swadloon-mun here, I'm not doing so well right now..."

An encounter with demon slayers had robbed Sumika of her sight for a time, having issue healing from it. The flash of red moments before darkness. The taste of blood in her mouth, not her own however, she was running on mostly on her other senses. It was enraging that she was robbed of something she had taken for granted for a while now. Her thoughts much more focused on the inability to see.

'How dare they how dare they HOW DARE THEY!? HOW DARE THEY ROB ME OF MY SIGHT!?'

She was blind, enraged, all attempts at concealing her wrath was gone. Her body distorted and swelled with her anger, where her blood literally felt like it was boiling from the rage.

Her hands turned to claws, her hair wild, her form would be something almost completely unrecognizable to her normal state. A tail and fox ears adorned her person twitching and swaying wildly, all wrapped in a ragged attire that struggled to keep together due to fighting and her drastic transformation.

She was akin to a blinded berserker, as she was covered in blood from hands, and face, and front, all of which were from her encounter with the demon slayers. Strangely not all her wounds had healed

Any cuts she acquired from them aside from important ones were still open as what seemed like smoke/steam was escaping from them. Like she was internally boiling herself, with healing of nonessential wounds having slowed to a crawl but her senses, physical strength and speed were running high, though at the cost of clarity of mind. She was running purely on her senses, instincts and rage. The smell of iron from the blood on her was thick and heavy.

However there also carried a very thick pressure that would scare away any weak demon that drew near. She was blindly roaming, only following scents, sounds, and sensations that she encountered. She even moved on all fours even like a wild fox or some other beast.

The very common expression on this demon whenever she catches a hint of a chilled flowery scent. She could not describe why this was the case perhaps it was one of wariness. How any amount of relaxing energy she could have would be immediately shattered by that pungent scent that was burned into her memory, her sense of smell being stronger than most other demons made it all the more aggravating.